Thursday, November 19, 2015

Vol.194: Instant Karma

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Ladies and gentlemen, Thelonius Ronscpiacy back from the front lines of Paris with urgent commentary that needs to be divulged and comprehended by the masses. Now I don't have to tell you that we are living in perilous times. All you have to do is turn on the television set or lap top or glance at the Facebook posts to get a rise in bile at the back of your throat.

Ladies and gentlemen, you and I know it, we can feel it, taste it, touch it, see it and breathe it; we are at war. Whether you like it or not, we are living in World War III right now as I type these words. A sad truth of our current predicament is that it hasn't been labeled in the media, magazines or newspapers, but make no mistake about it, we are at war and it all began on that sunny Tuesday morning in September of 2001. Those were the bells that rung the opening salvos in the now all too real slow death march into the abyss, some of us walking hand in hand, others shouting at the top of their lungs as people wade single file to stand in line before the rising of the sun for the next technological epiphany promising salvation that can be purchased for only a couple hundred dollars.

Ladies and gentlemen, we became distracted from commercials and regurgitated superhero movies to witness as Osama Bin Laden reared his ugly head from a shadowy cave in Afghanistan and the race was on. The shots had been fired. And as a result of one too many pokes from a stick had awakened the angry and bitter dragon of a lost Vietnam war and the largest military force the world has ever seen was let loose upon the Middle East and sadly the only winners seem to be the oil and gas companies and the rest of the military industrial complex (your welcome Dick Cheney).
I wouldn't want this guy at the Thanksgiving table; although he does have a lot to be thankful for. 

Saddam Hussein was captured and killed, Iraq was turned into rubble and the snakes of ISIS were born from their viper pit of hell. Now the music of cable news twenty four hour talking heads and pundits cacophony beat the drums while the thousand year old battles of the Sunni vs. Shia continue their sideshow act of visible ignorance, all the while, smiling eyes in Israel expand their grip around the noose of feebly armed Palestinians. The oil slick of poverty and injustice spreads like an airborne virus in a tidal wave of apathy.

But nonetheless, the fight is on.

Ladies and gentlemen, whether you want to admit to it or not, the war is between two dying religions and their fading points of view; the western world's commercialized Christianity and the Middle East's 3rd world version of radical Islam on steroids. Two bedrocks that have fought against one another since the Crusades are clinging with their dirtied fingernails to the cliffs of the past, wishing for gloried days gone by. It may be the burning of a witch, owning slave or stoning a woman for driving a car, you can almost hear their whimpering cries of denial, the disgust at the ever growing truth that they are slowly dying on the vine of religious intolerance.

Ladies and gentlemen, whether you want to pick up a gun or build higher walls or perhaps keep a closer eye on your sketchy neighbor, it's entirely up to each and every one of you to choose how to act, as best as each and everyone of you see fit. Or you may be simply inconvenienced by the realization that things change, that people change and the world you now inhabit isn't the one you grew up in or have been told is the best one that there is to offer so don't go chasing rainbows. While sides are being taken and lines are being drawn across the ever changing sands of the political landscape, what is abundantly clear is that the choices are ours to make.

Ladies and gentlemen, there are no easy answers to any of this. There is no magical crystal ball to peer into the future and see how all of this turns out, and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe not knowing is all a better situation than knowing that Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton will be our next President? Either way, some proud people are going to be really, really, really upset. To tell you the truth, I am very much looking forward to those debates; Superbowl ratings will rain down from the eternal universe upon the television networks that have them like manna upon the ancient Israelites during their exodus from Egypt.  Or maybe it will turn out that a newly established Caliphate will occupy Jerusalem and spread like a virus across the globe and we will all be held under the domineering hands of Sharia law?  Frankly, I have had my popcorn ready for quite some time and I look forward to possibly watching the two opposing forces destroy themselves while a new world, a world free from ignorance and pollution grows in their stead; a world that will evolutionarily allow all of humanity to continue in the struggle to reach our full potential.

Until then, Happy Everything.

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Sunday, November 8, 2015

Vol. 193: Catharsis

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     Ladies and gentlemen, friends, relatives and neighbors, hear the bells of truth ringing in your ears as the Holiday season is fast approaching. Let the echoes of their past reverberations be felt on the distant horizon of possibilities and storytelling's often times ludicrous imagination. For I have awakened from a dream and have a truth to tell and it will no longer lay resting in silent ambivalence.

     It was first noticeable when I was a much younger child and the need to escape was at times, too much to bear, that it's hold would suddenly come upon me and cause me to threaten running away and instead go and sit on the curb at the corner of the yard on 105th Ave and Washington. It was there you could find me, tennis shoe sneakered feet on the gravel pavement, black nylon backpack resting at my side and tears streaming down my face. What or who it was that set me off, I do not remember, only the unmistakable urge to vanish from my surroundings.

     As I grew older and the changes around me were no longer just physical but spiritual and parental as well, the need to escape would take the shape of talking to myself or others who were able to hear me when I would be planted in right field during a youth baseball game. The chattering monkey unable to keep quiet always resting upon my shoulders, my eyes and ears absorbing the next pitch and possible need to take action in the game. When the games stopped the self medicating took over and for many years they held me in their purchased arms while I navigated the streams of consciousness in classroom after classroom waiting for the bells to ring.

     Looking back, it is noticeable to me now that I, like so many others, have a minor case of mental illness. As a result, I do not any longer back away from the undesired truth but bare witness to it sitting with me wherever I go. I have come to appreciate that idols and icons have all been touched since the beginning of time and it is nothing more than a blessing and a curse to endure until we reach the ether of humanity's eternal universe.

     Ernest Hemingway would have been appalled that a male aspiring writer such as myself would bare witness to these mental dry heaves of psychosis and wish to lay bare for the public to dissect, but such is life in the pharmaceutical 21st Century.  But please, friends, relatives, neighbors and future co-workers, rest assured that it isn't anything major, or for anyone to be truly worried about. There is no need to tip toe around the next time we meet; but I do know this, I am far from normal and that will be for the rest of my waking life, okay. It is a necessary struggle I will continue to have for the rest of my life, but I am content in knowing that in a world as crazy as this one has become, if I wasn't a little bit touched in the head, then something truly, truly would be wrong. And for the rest of those that have known me for so long, this all comes as very little surprise, I suppose.

    Happy Holidays!!!!

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